THEY CALLED YOU HEARTLESS

when you had never loved death more. 

[rickylafleurs]

[wasserhexe-deactivated20171005]

remembering,

[anotherrpmemeblog]

❤ Dating Sim Tropes ❤

[trapwidow-blog]

Reblog and fill in with details about your muse as if they were a character in a Dating Sim. (Inspired by Huniepop)

Name: Widowmaker. She’ll let someone call her ‘ Widow ’ for short, but never Amélie. Their Profession: Assassin, world class. Where they can be found (e.g. park, café, gym etc): Rooftops late at night or early morning, before the dawn breaks. Alternatively, you might occasionally find her at the shooting range or the local coffee shop. Favourite food type (breakfast, junk food, veggies, etc): Deserts. Well made chocolate, cheesecakes, ice cream, etc. She’ll have a blast with it but you can’t give it to her too much or she’ll start to take offense to how much you’re giving her. Favourite alcoholic drink: The edgiest wine you can find. Favourite trait (romance, passion, sexuality, talent, flirtation, sentiment, joy): Danger. Everything else comes after danger --- The more danger she’s in, the more attracted she is to them, and the more these latter traits open up. Where they would go on a date: A performing arts theater. A restaurant. She would consider a shoot out a date if it was appropriate.  Ideal gift: Flowers. Now that’s the one thing that they didn’t suppress in her. How many dates until they go to bed: Nah. 

[kb-volskaya-blog]

Making Widows by JimboBox

[vio09]

위도트레 인터뷰썰에서 시작한 현대AU

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https://twitter.com/wesojabssul/status/757800414074896384

[nobilissimi-deactivated20170528]

EVERY MOON BRUTAL, every sun bitter.

[lostinmymemory]

Source

[trapwidow-blog]

fiunach.

     “ what’s the worst you’ve ever seen in all your years? y’know, doing what you do. there’s gotta be something that tops everything else. i think answering would be better than passing this time — you’ve already had more than me in just a few minutes. “

          “ I actually like my job. The bullets, the glory, the kills --- Have you never tasted anything more satisfying than success ? I wouldn’t expect you to understand, but it’s more rewarding than any life I’ve lived. ... ... A family. Husband, wife, daughter: They wanted it messy, they wanted to make a point to the public, so they gave me a knife. ”

[trapwidow-blog]

muertesolitaria.

“ i mean, the bottle that just broke was forty. i haven’t counted the ones you drank — thought you died from alcohol poisoning.                  yeah? thanks, i guess. never killed a man … with purpose. and you do this all the time? wow. hard worker, aren’t you, spidey? ”

            “ Smells like twenty. You think that would have killed me ? Cute. Oh, but your aim weaves a much grander story than that, through the heart and the head --- much like a seasoned veteran, why not indulge me in where you’ve earned your mark ?

                      --------- I enjoy what I do, if that’s what you’re truly asking. ”

[trapwidow-blog]

badlandiisms.

❝ Wh’oi’s y’skin all blue? ❞

She noticed the other hidden from a crowd of people. The science institute was thriving today, she wondered why. This was no good at all. She’ll get caught before the main event if she tried to sneak in now. She was already well known for targeting places such as this, and with a bunch of people around, Nero would be asking for a death wish.

However she noticed a woman hiding in the shadows, a peculiar one at that. She snuffed the flames and managed to get up behind her, curiosity filling her voice.

❝ Are y’here to kill people too? ❞

           “ Paint. It’s an act with my troupe. ” A flicker of her poison - tongue, comedy dripping from the thorns that bleed ( How ugly they bloom: Tender teeth as she reminds herself why she’s here ), her mouth lined with silver as she lies and lies and lies, “ If I told you I was here for something else entirely, would you believe me ? ” She was bait, aimed to keep ‘ Ichor ’ busy enough that they too, could steal these chemicals and pin it on the poor girl. “ We’ve heard all about you in the papers. ”

[bigb0x-deactivated20210918]

:’(

[trapwidow-blog]

nobilissimi.

“OH, I DIDN’T KNOW you had a chance. It must be ‘fate’ that you’re here — I was wondering why I wasn’t assigned the other twin.”

           “ I make my own chances. Don’t lie, mon cher --- It wouldn’t matter to anyone who it was, so long as it ended up a corpse. I wonder who will fall first to this ‘fate’ of yours. ”

[trapwidow-blog]

rotmuck.

     bathed in the impure whiteness of the moon, glittering beams that offer no warmth and only solace for his demons –– the breeze ghosts it’s grip through his hair, tousling the already rumpled locks. “ in general or simply at the moment? “ what a frustrating curl of his thin lips! doggedly maneuvering himself out of answering.  “ or maybe i am? “ he can handle a gun, fairly well albeit. akutagawa wouldn’t be a very adequate mafia member otherwise. though he much prefers to rely on rashomon’s greedy maw and bloody fangs. the intervention of his illness is a quaint cough, warm wafting disease on his coarse - cracked knuckles. behind his palm, he grins wider. 

     anybody can be an enemy if you try hard enough. 

         “ Are you ? ” This is divine amusement: a curve of a smile pressing the edges of her lips, laughter burnt black in the girth of her rotting --- rotted throat, ice burning blue in the thick of her pulse, teeth grinning bloody behind a pursed mouth ( She wonders just how stained his hands are, how deep the blood runs into the grooves of these palms ). “ Where is your weapon, mon cher ? ” She wants to play, this greedy woman, she wants to learn what this basilisk - boy bit, what color of flesh he tore when he made a meal of the hand that fed him ( Just how hungry were you after all these years ? ). She stands almost leisurely, a corpse for company as she leans into her hip waiting for an answer, the widow’s kiss as subtle as it could be on her person.

[trapwidow-blog]

xintrea.

     “Wait – wait! Shooting at it won’t kill it!” ( But what exactly was she using? ) 

     And no matter what the allure, what the intrigue which claimed her so ( not a bow, not an arrow! a mini-catapult…? ), the treacherous creature, so twisted and vile cared little for childhood fancies. Whatever contraption the stranger held did nothing but pierce air – the noonwraith shrieked its disgustingly shrill cry before diving towards them both, and Ciri careened dangerously to the left the avoid the swipe from this blasted corporal being whilst simultaneously pushing the other aside. It was high noon, where the noonwraith was at its apex. “We need to find what’s keeping it here – it won’t die.”

          “ Then what will ? ” Fingers rummage the grass as she leaps aside, the girl’s push aiding her plummet --- And a smooth roll away from the malignant thing becomes her.  “ Impossible --- Everything dies, heartbeat or no. ” Her tongue wears teeth, sharp and sneering ( Death was dear, a mantra that shook her vile - violent tongue as another shot rings the air and finds that it cannot touch this devil ), and she slips away into the tall grass. “ What is your method ? ” A sly call through the thick of the green, she snakes her way to the shadows once more.

[trapwidow-blog]

ur autoplay gets me goin just do you know that, it's so good

           opens the floodgates to my favorite bass / trap songs because you’ve enabled me: x. x. x. x. x. x. the one on my blog is part of a classical trap sample mix in here ( i think its the second one ).

[trapwidow-blog]

n-i-y-a-n-i-y-a.

     “- Oh, lookit tha’ face. So terrifying.’

            “ I was only looking. You have quite a scary look yourself. ”

[hellamorte]

fav female vg characters: widowmaker // overwatch

“one shot, one kill”